Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb vomit The clay failed to form the cast All that is left is a moist clump of animation Pure flat affect and no chance for grin Retarded by the morning’s sunlight and traded sorrow for silence Sedation in the underlife Filed in the abyss Sedation in the underlife Through steel I shall exist The wheelchair pigeon is as clever as the crow Sedation in the underlife Through steel I shall exist